i used to be the type of guy holdin picket signs
protest the war and roar aloud “its all oil and lies”
i thought i knew the truth with my very narrow view
“dont trust the news their only tools here to parry you”
i lived this way for quite a spell consumed and overwhelmed
at the helm of my own hell it was where i dwelled
it was what i thought puttin the barrel of a glock to my TEMPLE
will i pop from a paranoid plot, or increase the tempo?
then my kinfolk joined waiting to be deployed to destroy
somebodies baby girl or boy, i was so annoyed
when he was employed then i realized that the lack of joy
beings overseas felt”whats the deal, is it the real McCoy?”
“why would you kill someone else? sent by the dude from illinois
OBAMA, punctuation changed enter in a comma, then asterix
ask yourself this; “why should we stand for this shit lets move ahead and take the risk”
dont call it occupation, call it makin’ a blatant statement, then engage it
somebody had to do it, lack of movement time was wastin’ lives erasin’
and if the worlds a stage we came first to play in the “sandbox” home of the brave
but not the lowest or slowest paid slaves debating which way to turn the blade
its up to us to give fuck it seems that no one else here does
evil mens thirst for bursting blood is what gets it to run
cant let the world become a red river that floods
or anything left after death… becomes a landslide of mud

QUESTION YOUR GOVERNMENT ALWAYS
BUT SUPPORT YOUR TROOPS NO MATTER WHAT